Ruse You Can Bruise for 2003 November 12

Last night I dreamt about trilobites -- In real life I got my rocks from leonard, but haven't had time to poke at them and see what might lay inside, although I can see tantalizing pieces of trilobites sticking out of the sides. In my dream, I started by running the rocks under water, washing away the stone, leaving the harder trilobites washed clean of sediment. Except instead of being hard fossils, the trilobites were soft and kind of smushy, like a bug that died in a bucket of water. I flipped one over on it's back and could see under the carapace into the blackened interior. That's all... there's no punchline. But it was fascinating, at least to me.

In other news, I have a friend from Rhode Island who whilst talking to her mother on the phone was informed that Aunt Connie had died. My friend sat, stunned, not out of grief, but because she didn't know of any aunt she had named Connie. Her mom felt the silence and asked what was wrong. Michele responded that she didn't know she had a relative by that name.

Her mom said, "No honey, Aunt Connie -- from the Honeymooners!" [rimshot!]

Lastly, Mr. Sulu has returned to Arkansas for the first time since his childhood. This is probably old news to real trekkies, but I never knew that about him.